Leggo My Greggo
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Category:
CSI › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
15
Views:
3,299
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own CSI, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Minus the White Stallion
“Minus the White Stallion”
Nick was horny, depressed, and hopelessly in love. And the Texan unfortunately knew that no amount of alcohol in the world would get rid of the feelings he had for a certain DNA labtech. That thought alone made Nick depressed. So he did the next best thing... he danced his feelings away, which worked fine and dandy until someone started grinding up against him and his mind started mentally trading the guy in front of him for Greg. Well, that made him hard and horny, but for only for one person... Greg.
Nick growled, forcibly pulled himself out of his thoughts, and yanked the man dancing with him back against his chest. Sex was a good release as any, Nick just had to make sure Greg's name stayed sealed behind his lips. That plan might have actually worked if Nick hadn't heard a very familiar voice coming from the back of the club.
Nick turned, knowing that he couldn't have been imagining the very pissed off, “fuck you.” He was right. There he was, Nick's hidden long- time crush. Greg was dressed in tight jeans and a form- fitting t-shirt and trying to shove a larger guy away from him. As Nick came closer, he gulped when he saw the angry fire in Greg's rich, brown eyes. But a second later, when Greg's wrists were seized in a bruising grip, after he had tried to push the guy away again, determination fought its way onto Nick's face.
He was there in moments and watched as Greg's eyes widened in pleading recognition before he saw the guy turn, ready to yank Greg out the back door with him. When Greg resisted, straining in Nick's direction, the guy turned, growling.
“Don't touch him.” Nick warned calmly. The guy's fists clenched and Nick knew the guy was about to swing when Nick beat him to the punch...literally.
It was a swift right hook that took the guy down. Nick only had one thing to say...er growl.
“Leggo my Greggo.” Looking up, Nick saw Greg's wide grin and he could feel his anger melting away. Nick stepped closer until he was standing in front of the object of his affections. Greg draped his arms over Nick's shoulders and pressed his entire body along the Texan's.
“Ah, my handsome prince, coming to rescue me from the fire- breathing dragon.”
With a feral grin, Nick brought his lips crashing down on Greg's grinning ones. Handsome prince his ass...
Well, maybe minus one white stallion.
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AN: I am sorry, I just can't resist that line.
“Leggo my Greggo.”
Nick was horny, depressed, and hopelessly in love. And the Texan unfortunately knew that no amount of alcohol in the world would get rid of the feelings he had for a certain DNA labtech. That thought alone made Nick depressed. So he did the next best thing... he danced his feelings away, which worked fine and dandy until someone started grinding up against him and his mind started mentally trading the guy in front of him for Greg. Well, that made him hard and horny, but for only for one person... Greg.
Nick growled, forcibly pulled himself out of his thoughts, and yanked the man dancing with him back against his chest. Sex was a good release as any, Nick just had to make sure Greg's name stayed sealed behind his lips. That plan might have actually worked if Nick hadn't heard a very familiar voice coming from the back of the club.
Nick turned, knowing that he couldn't have been imagining the very pissed off, “fuck you.” He was right. There he was, Nick's hidden long- time crush. Greg was dressed in tight jeans and a form- fitting t-shirt and trying to shove a larger guy away from him. As Nick came closer, he gulped when he saw the angry fire in Greg's rich, brown eyes. But a second later, when Greg's wrists were seized in a bruising grip, after he had tried to push the guy away again, determination fought its way onto Nick's face.
He was there in moments and watched as Greg's eyes widened in pleading recognition before he saw the guy turn, ready to yank Greg out the back door with him. When Greg resisted, straining in Nick's direction, the guy turned, growling.
“Don't touch him.” Nick warned calmly. The guy's fists clenched and Nick knew the guy was about to swing when Nick beat him to the punch...literally.
It was a swift right hook that took the guy down. Nick only had one thing to say...er growl.
“Leggo my Greggo.” Looking up, Nick saw Greg's wide grin and he could feel his anger melting away. Nick stepped closer until he was standing in front of the object of his affections. Greg draped his arms over Nick's shoulders and pressed his entire body along the Texan's.
“Ah, my handsome prince, coming to rescue me from the fire- breathing dragon.”
With a feral grin, Nick brought his lips crashing down on Greg's grinning ones. Handsome prince his ass...
Well, maybe minus one white stallion.
______________________
AN: I am sorry, I just can't resist that line.
“Leggo my Greggo.”